"Uh, no need to mention her!"
Yang Zhenshan stopped Ms. Song from letting her daughter speak and then looked up at the four maidservants beside him.
These maidservants were from military households in Chongshan Town that could no longer make ends meet and sold themselves to a broker, all aged between twelve and fifteen.
Their names were all contemptuous ones like Big Maid, Second Maid, Third Maid, and so on.
Yang Zhenshan had no choice but to name them himself.
"Spring has its flowers, autumn its moon; summer has its breezes, winter its snow. If the heart is untroubled by petty concerns, all seasons are good times."
"From now on, you four will be called Chunhua, Qiuyue, Xia Feng, and Dong Xue!"
This poem was one that Yang Zhenshan liked very much in his previous life, and today it just so happened to come in handy.
"Thank you, Master, for granting us our names!" The four young maidservants hurriedly bowed in thanks.
Yang Zhenshan nodded and began assigning jobs to everyone.
